Detective Jeon (2) : He, Never Left | JJK

Ch7. Room 004

Jeon swiftly stepped aside and hid behind the wall adjacent to the bar entrance. The woman turned around but he couldn't see her face clearly due to the long side bangs that covered her face from the sides. Despite the neon sign outside the bar showing it was 'closed,' she casually went inside.

A tall, sturdy man in a black suit was already there. He escorted her to the VIP section private rooms at the back gate. Without any hesitation, Jeon went inside but was stopped by two large bouncers at the entry gate.

"Sir, pass please."

Jeon looked up at them both, "You must be new here."

"No pass, no entry. That's the rule, Sir."

"What's going on?" Yuda was standing behind Jeon with an annoying face.

"This gentleman here wants to go inside but he doesn't seem to have the pass," said one of the bouncers.

Yuda held Jeon's arm and gestured to him to come along. He followed Yuda at the far left corner away from the two bouncers. "I told you earlier, no scene here? What do you want?!"

"I need the information of guests who are staying there."

"No way! That's confidential."

"It won't be if it'll come in the news tomorrow morning first thing."

"Are you threatening to close down my bar?"

"All I'm saying is, let me go inside."

"Jungkook, let's talk it out like civil people."

"You're running an illegal drugs business here. There's nothing civil about it!"

"And what's the department doing? Letting it run freely. You know it damn well it's not the only one! Where do you think all the white tax is coming from, huh?! "

"I'm going in there!"

"Jung-!"

Jeon bashed his hands in the air and walked towards the entry gate. Yuda gestured to the tall bouncers to let him in and keep an eye. Jeon passed a narrow passage with dark red velvet wall panels on each side and reached the far end. Then began to check each room... first one was empty; second, another empty room; third had a well-suited man with a naked woman on top of his lap. "What the fuck! Who are you?" screamed the man. Jeon didn't pay any attention and moved toward the fourth room.

It was locked from the inside. He checked the last two rooms on the opposite side and found some supposedly fine men drunk and drugged in their own pee on the floor. He went back to the fourth room with a golden number plate on it that said '004' and knocked. No response. He knocked again harder, this time. Again no response.

Jeon found the biting gaze of two guards on him. He stood there for a while and gave it one last shot. A few minutes later, the door opened. The same well-suited man that he saw near the bar counter with woman was standing in front of him. With shabby hair, swollen eyes, and half open buttoned-down shirt and hanging cuffs on sides, the man was struggling to stand straight. He looked at Jeon with his half-open eyes and tried to recall the face.

"What? I've already paid." His breath reeked of alcohol.

"Step aside."

The man blinked twice before raising his hand in the air but by the time he could do anything, Jeon took him by the collar and pushed him down on the floor. The man fell directly into the feet of the woman.

"Jung-...Jungkook!" The woman stood up immediately and began putting her clothes on. The man lay flat on the floor mumbling and cursing Jeon in his delusive state.

Jeon placed his jacket on the woman and took her out of the room. She quietly followed him with her head down. "Jungkook," she said meekly.

"Get in the car first!" His voice was calm but cold and commanding like a sharp iceberg. He drove for a while before stopping his car near an empty slot of land which was quiet and dark.

"You better have an explanation for that, Jisu." Jeon looked at her but her eyes were constantly looking down and her hands were trying to pull down the short dress to cover her bare thighs. "JISU!"

"Ne!" her eyes flinched.

"Mwoya?!" [What is this?!"]

"Stop screaming at me Jungkook."

Jeon had been so enraged by the entire event that he almost forgot about the fact that Jisu was still a teenager. "The least you can do is use honorifics with me!"

Jisu was one of the case victim's daughters whom he encountered during a decade-old case that he and Officer Seokjin worked on in his early investigation days. Both of her parents were killed by the mad lover of her mother with whom she was betraying her father. Jisu was only seven years old when all this happened. She had no relatives or at least no one wanted to take the burden of an extra child in their hands. After the funeral, they sent her to an orphanage and never looked back.

Jeon used to pay her some friendly visits initially which were not at all professionally approved by Seokjin but he did that anyway. Concerns of Officer Seokjin, regarding the child might get too attached to Jeon turned out to be true when one-day Jisu ran away from the orphanage to meet Jeon, when he stopped visiting her frequently. On the wise advice of Seokjin, Jeon talked to Jisu and convinced her to never see him again.

The resemblance of the same innocent features was still fresh behind the layers of thick makeup. "Drop me by the next street. I'll walk from there," she said.

The corners of his eyes dropped a little when he asked Jisu how she was. She didn't say anything but yawned as she looked outside the window. It was pitch black outside on her side of the car window.

A soft low voice touched her ears again," It's been a while. Jal jinesseoyo, Jisuya?" The gentle words pained her more than the demeaning filth she had heard from the mouth of hundreds of men out there every night.

She turned her head towards him. Suddenly her attention was caught by the tall skyscrapers at his side of the window. It was so bright, she thought she might have gone blind.

"How am I?!" She closed her eyes. "I'm sucking the dicks of men and selling my body every night... How do you think I am?" Everything blurred into oblivion after that under the thin sheet of tears in her eyes.

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